The white sheep of the family
Oliver’s punches were wild, but horses’ legs were fragile, prone to injury despite the great bulk they carried. Apparently, unicorns were much the same, if the way this one’s knee buckled when the other man’s fist hit it. However, the muscle wasn’t torn, just bruised at worst and again pain was no obstacle to summoned creatures.
So without missing a beat, the unicorn whirled to face the newcomer and kicked with one of its front legs. Loren’s target was the newcomer’s shin; the summoner didn’t want to seriously injure Oliver, so the kick had very little force behind it. There was enough to bruise and sting, but not enough to break bones. ”Your opponents won't give you the luxury of telling you what to do.” And right now, the Launceleyn was Oliver’s opponent. ”Figure something out.”
So without missing a beat, the unicorn whirled to face the newcomer and kicked with one of its front legs. Loren’s target was the newcomer’s shin; the summoner didn’t want to seriously injure Oliver, so the kick had very little force behind it. There was enough to bruise and sting, but not enough to break bones. ”Your opponents won't give you the luxury of telling you what to do.” And right now, the Launceleyn was Oliver’s opponent. ”Figure something out.”
Will blood tell
